The Chosen one and the Knight

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"And what are Slytherin and Hufflepuff?" Harry asked.

"Schoolhouses. There are four. Everyone says Hufflepuffs are kind, loyal, and patient but I want to see that for myself, but-" Gwen said only to be cut off by Harry.

"I bet I'm in Hufflepuff," said Harry proudly.

"Well, it's either that or Gryffindor mate, because there is no way you're going to be a Ravenclaw," Gwen said confidently.

"What's Ravenclaw then?" Asked Harry.

"The house for the intelligent people."

"Are you calling me dumb?" Harry asked pretending to be hurt by her words.

"Of course, not why would I call my best best dumb? Gwen asked.

"Now, that's just sarcasm isn't it?"

"Nooo." She said. "I would never use sarcasm on you."

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They bought Harry and Gwen's school books in a shop called Flourish and Blotts where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing in them at all. Even Dudley, who never read anything, would have been wild to get his hands on some of these. Hagrid almost had to drag Harry away from Curses and Countercurses (Bewitch Your Friends and Befuddle Your Enemies with the Latest Revenges: Hair Loss, Jelly-Legs,
Tongue-Tying and Much, Much More) by Professor Vindictus Viridian.

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Outside the Apothecary, Hagrid checked Gwen and Harry's list again.

"Just yer wands left - A yeah, an' I still haven't got yeh a birthday present."

Harry felt himself go red.

"You don't have to-"

"I know I don't have to. Tell yeh what, I'll get yer animal. Not a toad, toads went outta fashion years ago, yeh'd be laughed at- an' I don' like cats, they make me sneeze. I'll get yer an owl. All the kids want owls, they're dead useful, carry yer mail an' everythin'."

Twenty minutes later, they left Eeylops Owl Emporium, which had been dark and full of rustling and flickering, jewel-bright eyes. Harry now carried a large cage that held a beautiful snowy owl,
fast asleep with her head under her wing. He couldn't stop stammering his thanks, sounding just like Professor Quirrell.

"Would you stop stammering like Quirrell," said Gwen quite annoyed by Harry. "Anyway, I believe all we need now are wands"

A magic wand... this was what Harry had been really looking forward to.

The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.

A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair that Hagrid sat on to wait. Harry felt strangely as
though he had entered a very strict library; he swallowed a lot of new questions that had just occurred to him and looked instead at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. For some reason, the back of his neck prickled. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic.